Oliwia Szczech’s Reviews > The Call of the Wild / White Fang > Status Update

“And when, on the still cold nights, he pointed his nose at a star and howled long and wolf-like, it was his ancestors, dead and dust, pointing nose at a star and howling down through the centuries and through him. And his cadences were their cadences, the cadences which voiced their woe and what to them was the meaning of the stiffness, and the cold, and dark.”

I loooove the writing in this book